2/17/2026, 3:05 AM
impulse has never guided him. he is a beast of habit, of routine— so perhaps it is corruption which guides his heart to obey. he pins the satchel with one paw, curiously spilling its contents out and onto the earth.
a bittersweet scent emanates from it, one that makes his mouth water. oh, he has always been a man of many vices. what's one more? he takes a stem into his mouth and chews thoughtfully, wincing at the taste.
a brusque shove with his paw and the bundle goes hurtling back toward calyx, sans one stem.
a bittersweet scent emanates from it, one that makes his mouth water. oh, he has always been a man of many vices. what's one more? he takes a stem into his mouth and chews thoughtfully, wincing at the taste.
a brusque shove with his paw and the bundle goes hurtling back toward calyx, sans one stem.